Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 92

Since the Lane family was holding a party, he had to head back first. He took my hand and constantly shook his head. “The next time my dad holds a party, I must openly hold your hand.”

I laughed. “You’d better work hard then. I’m not that easy to woo.”

“Don’t worry. We’re already in love, so happiness isn’t far away.”

Yeah, my happiness should be nearing. Once he left, I then began to prepare and dress up for the party. However, I soon became troubled. What exactly should I wear this time to make a good impression on his parents?

I first tried on the gown that Sabrina had prepared for me but found it too revealing. Although it showed off my figure and covered up flaws, elders and youths had different perceptions. Maybe they’d find me frivolous. Nope, absolutely not this one.

Then, sportswear? However, no one would wear sportswear to a party as it was very out of place. Eventually, I took out the dress I had worn when I met Mary after I got married. It was not because I was feeling nostalgic. Instead, it was because it was the most decent dress I had that was not too exposing.

I then made myself some lunch. Every meal, I would receive a call from Christopher. He said impatiently, “Dad’s merely celebrating his birthday. Why do they have to make it so troublesome? Isn’t it enough for everyone to have a family dinner together? As someone who doesn’t work, they arranged so many things for me to do. How annoying.”

He couldn’t stop whining. Thus, I smiled and replied, “He’s your dad, so you should do something for his birthday. Be good. I’ll be there in the afternoon. Don’t be annoyed. Remember, you’re not allowed to look at pretty girls.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll listen to you, Eve.”

After hanging up, I put the walnut cookies into a small bag, picked up my handbag, then left. Although I already picked my dress, I still needed proper styling. After all, if I merely pulled my hair into a ponytail, others would laugh at me. This was the most troublesome part of the upper class. One had to pay attention to their image at all times. Sometimes, I hoped that Christopher was a poor boy because that way, I would not have any burdens.